A Some-times Me

Living in a swirl of Sometimes-masks I can't tell which one I am.

Sometimes I feel so foolish
Wearing a clown's old smile
Sometimes I feel so proud
Because I've done something worthwhile

Sometimes I feel like a hero
So I can try to save the day
Sometimes I play the villan
And hate the price I always pay

Sometimes I want to hold them
And keep them safe and warm
Sometimes I want to hurt them
And get caught up in the storm

But sometimes isn't always
It's not who I want to be
And underneath these part-time masks
Is something I can't see.

Sometimes I am the good child
To make my parents proud
Sometimes I want to be the bad one
So I can scream my pain aloud

Sometimes I want to yell
And make myself be heard
But all I ever seem to do
Is never say a word

Sometimes I feel so sure
Sometimes I fall apart
Sometimes I know just who I am
And then sometimes invades my heart

So can you tell me who I am,
Can you tell me what I see?
Because I'm living with these sometimes-parts
And I don't know which one is me.